The Three Things Meme

[hrj]

It's only fun if I can come up with three really oddball things -- and no fair coming up with things that involve Medieval Welsh.

Rules: Post 3 things you've done that you believe nobody else on your F-list has done.
Indulge in remorse if someone calls you out on a listed item.

1. I had the cops called on me for participating in a dog-fight ... as one of the dogs. (There is someone who could call me out on this one, but I don't believe she's on LJ, and I know she isn't on my F-list.)

2. I turned in a homework assignment written on a clay tablet in cuneiform. (It was an assignment for Hittite, so it wasn't an entirely random act.)

3. I made a bobbin-lace doily from linen thread that started out as flax seeds in my garden.

nah, not oddball enough; let's try again

3.1 I smuggled an ice-chest full of pelican skulls into the U.S. from Mexico with the collusion of a border guard.

Comments

[semy-of-pearls.livejournal.com]

I was one of those dogs as well. :)

[baroness-eilis.livejournal.com]

...and Letitia and I were the ones explaining to the very confused police persons...

[scotica.livejournal.com]

Now you have to explain it to us!

[hrj.livejournal.com]

(Ok, darn, I guess I'll have to substitute item 3.0 in for item 1 ... unless and until some other doily-maker comes forward.)

So here's how it happened (although this is better told in person). It was a Beaconsgate Boar Hunt, held at a Boy Scout camp in El Cerrito -- a wooded area up in the hills, but surrounded by a residential area.

For the boar hunt, a heavy fighter armed with two maces plays the boar; the hunters are heavy fighters armed with spears. I don't know if it's always been consistent, but sometimes you have unarmored hounds -- the hounds can track the boar and signal its position to the hunters by baying. That year, I was one of the hounds. During a break between hunts, someone started throwing a stick for the hounds to chase and retrieve.

It was a beautiful stick. It was a glorious stick. And despite what all those other hounds thought, it was MY stick. There was an *ahem* altercation with regard to the stick's ownership ... completed entirely "in persona". We were evidently a bit more realistic-sounding than we expected because one of the neighbors reported the "dog fight" to the local police, who sent a patrol car around to check things out.

Fortunately, they had an expansive sense of humor, when all had been explained.